Elizabeth Port Cartier Prostitute ❤️

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Favorite bit? She once conned a merchant—sold ‘im “magic pussy” for double. He came back, ragin’, but she just winked and vanished. Had me in stitches—pure gold! Still, gets me sad, too. “I want to live!” Solomon cried—prostitutes scream it silent-like, every damn day. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, or punch some lord’s face. Maybe both. Anyway, mate, they’re tough as hell—smarter than half the court, too. Next time I’m pissin’ drunk, I’ll toast to Liza. Cheers, ya filthy genius!

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Port-Cartier (French pronunciation: [pɔʁ kaʁtje]) is a city in the Côte-Nord region of Quebec, Canada. It is located on the north shore of the St. Lawrence River at the mouth of the Aux .

I gotta say, my work as a dating site dev gives me a funny perspective on love here. I see folks meet on battered benches, sharing laughs and the occasional cheeky wink. I get it, life’s messy, and inside, we all have our little islands of happiness, sadness, fear, and—ugh—disgust sometimes. But it all comes together like a perfectly imperfect mosaic.

Rain should help put a damper on forest fires raging on Quebec’s North Shore